"Y'know, that sounds like a good idea." The Californian said, the tiniest hint of a bite in his tone. "'Scuse me." He rolled on by, shaking Jesse's hand from his shoulder and taking with him the bottle from Fay and the glass of whiskey that was poured. "This isn't ours." With a raise of his eyebrows and a stained smile, indicating the two girls to stop trying to start something, he went over to the nice black-haired bartender and handed to her the bar's drinks. "Sorry about them, it's been a weird night." The apologetic tone of his voice was sincere as he fished out some more bills to pay for whatever Fay and Jesse had drank.

Turning once again to his pack members, "Something is definitely up and we're leaving. I'll go get Anton. Can we save this for the apartments?" He didn't want an all-out fight happening right there behind the counter with innocent people hanging all around when there was more important things to do. "We can continue arguing until the second coming of Jesus but right now we should start heading home." As he took his leave of them, he quietly hoped that neither of the two would jump him in the night or something. Jesse was scary enough with her devil-may-care attitude and love for fights but adding Fay to the mix wasn't helping much either. He wanted to be friends with his fellow wolves but if they kept trying to incite something, then something had to be done.

He went to aid Carlson in his endeavor to have Anton stop drinking. The incident with Anton had happened before Kalib had joined the pack and at first he felt bad for Anton's situation, hoping maybe he could help her out one day. But since then he realized what was really up and now wanted all this stuff with Anton to stop because that is no way to move on.